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Hunting
May 27, 2007 19:23:15 GMT -5
Post by ripped. on May 27, 2007 19:23:15 GMT -5
Rippedwhisker padded into the Crystal Cove, her pawsteps quiet against the sand. She walked over to the edge of a tidepool, and sat down, peering into it but careful not to alert any fish. She spotted a rather large one. When it came close, her paw dashed into the water, hooking her claws into the fish's fishy flesh(XD). "Got ya." Rippedwhisker meowed to herself. She dug out a hole for the fish with her empty paw, and placed her kill in it, brushing sand over it so she can get it later.
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Hunting
May 27, 2007 19:30:55 GMT -5
Post by rem<EMBER me on May 27, 2007 19:30:55 GMT -5
Streamsong stalked out from behind a clump of reeds and approached her former apprentice. She walked as quietly as she could, trying not to alert Rippedwhisker. "She quietly sat down beside the young warrior. "Hello." She meowed. "That was a good catch." She turned to gaze at the tidepool, spotting another fairly large fish near the surface. Without hesitating, she lashed out with her unsheathed claws and scooped the silver fish out of the water. She quickly bit its neck to end its life.
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Hunting
May 27, 2007 19:40:32 GMT -5
Post by ripped. on May 27, 2007 19:40:32 GMT -5
Rippedwhisker smiled, looking at her former mentor. "I learned from the best." She purred, padding over beside Streamsong. "How are you?" She asked, looking up from the water to Streamsong.
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Hunting
May 27, 2007 19:47:38 GMT -5
Post by rem<EMBER me on May 27, 2007 19:47:38 GMT -5
"I can't really complain." She meowed. "I just think everything has been too peaceful lately..." She looked down at her paws. "The clans are usually fighting about something... it just makes me nervous." She admitted. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "But how have you been? Do you like being a warrior?"
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Hunting
May 27, 2007 19:51:17 GMT -5
Post by ripped. on May 27, 2007 19:51:17 GMT -5
Rippedwhisker nodded in agreement. "I agree, and I think something is going to break out." She meowed, agreeing. Then she didn't nod, nor shake her head. "I'm doing fine. It feels great being a warrior now, but...." Rippedwhisker trailed, looking at the tidepool in front of her and Streamsong.
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Hunting
May 27, 2007 19:57:10 GMT -5
Post by rem<EMBER me on May 27, 2007 19:57:10 GMT -5
"But what?" Streamsong asked, a worried expression crossing her face. "Is something wrong?"
OOC: sorry... short post...
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Hunting
May 27, 2007 20:01:49 GMT -5
Post by ripped. on May 27, 2007 20:01:49 GMT -5
Rippedwhisker sighed. "It's just so odd. It's like Rippedwhisker, the former deputy, returned to BeachClan in a new body, like she had to do something." She explained. "It feels like I have something to live up to." Rippedwhisker looked at Streamsong. "Does that make any sense?"
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Hunting
May 27, 2007 20:08:43 GMT -5
Post by rem<EMBER me on May 27, 2007 20:08:43 GMT -5
"Yes." Streamsong meowed, nodding. "It makes sense." Not able to look her former apprentice in the eye, she continued. "I've always felt that you would do something great for our clan. Hawkstar thinks so too. He told me that before he made you my apprentice."
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Hunting
May 27, 2007 20:28:35 GMT -5
Post by ripped. on May 27, 2007 20:28:35 GMT -5
Rippedwhisker's eyes widened. "You really think that?" She mewed.
OOC: sorry for the short post....can't think this minute
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Hunting
May 27, 2007 20:30:48 GMT -5
Post by rem<EMBER me on May 27, 2007 20:30:48 GMT -5
"Yes." Streamsong meowed. "I mean, why else would you look exactly like one of the best warriors our clan has ever had? There must be a reason."
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Hunting
May 29, 2007 9:39:56 GMT -5
Post by ripped. on May 29, 2007 9:39:56 GMT -5
"Streamsong is right." A voice came as Terrornight padded up beside Streamsong, sitting down. Her tail curled around her paws. "Hawkstar, Streamsong, and I all agree that there's something special about you."
Rippedwhisker looked at Terrornight, then Streamsong. "But why me? Why now?" She blurted out, unable to hold in these two questions.
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Hunting
May 30, 2007 15:43:38 GMT -5
Post by rem<EMBER me on May 30, 2007 15:43:38 GMT -5
Hawkstar came up behind his mate, Terrornight. "We do not know why. It is not our place to question Dreamclan." He meowed.
Streamsong looked her former apprentice in the eye. "But we do know, of course, that you have something important to do before you join Dreamclan. They wouldn't of sent you back otherwise."
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Hunting
May 30, 2007 15:48:45 GMT -5
Post by ripped. on May 30, 2007 15:48:45 GMT -5
Terrornight looked at her paws, knowing she should share the thing she learned. "Actually, I know a little more now about why things are happening now, and why." She looked up, first at her mate, then at all of them.
"What is it?" Rippedwhisker asked, her attention now fully on the conversation.
Terrornight hesitated, not sure if she should explain the full thing, since she did not mention it to Hawkstar earlier.
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May 30, 2007 15:52:18 GMT -5
Post by rem<EMBER me on May 30, 2007 15:52:18 GMT -5
Hawkstar quickly looked over at his mate, confusion showing in his bright green eyes. "Has Dreamclan showed you a sign?" He asked as he sat down and wrapped his tail around his paws.
Streamsong shot a surprised look at Terrornight. "Can you tell us?" She asked excitedly.
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Hunting
May 30, 2007 16:01:56 GMT -5
Post by ripped. on May 30, 2007 16:01:56 GMT -5
Terrornight nodded her head, and sat down beside Hawkstar, closing her eyes. "It was in a dream that I recieved the sign. About a half-moon ago." She reopened her now amber eyes. "And Rippedwhisker, the former deputy, was there. She told me she was there to show me something that can have a large effect on all the Clans, not just BeachClan. I followed her, and she showed me these dog-like creatures--only they weren't dogs. They weren't like wolves, either. It was about the size of a badger, with terrifying empty eyes." Terrornight paused, then continued. "She said they came from the two-legs. And then, one of them made a sound I can't describe, except it was loud. Then I woke up." Terrornight finished, looking at Rippedwhisker. "But before I woke, she told me that DreamClan sent you back, Rippedwhisker, because there was something she had to do, but she died before she could do it. But she couldn't tell me what."
Rippedwhisker stared at Terrornight. She hadn't ever heard a medicine cat describe a dream with DreamClan visiting. Then about the last part, Rippedwhisker couldn't think of what there was the old deputy had to do.
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