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Post by Darkfeather on Sept 21, 2015 19:58:15 GMT -5
Darkfeather spent all of his free time fixing up his looks day after day. He was likely the vainest tom in all the clans. He sat at the river's edge on the shore that was the Riverclan camp, and washed his fur using the water. His shiny black fur was already splendid: soft, silky, thick and healthy. He would look at his reflection in the water often and admire his efforts in making himself look his best all the time. It was mid after-sunhigh, and Darkfeather had finished a Dawn patrol. Now he spent the rest of his time prettying his precious pelt.
The handsome black and white tom's quirk was no secret to the rest of the clan. And he wasn't afraid to show just how much he cared about his physical appearance. Only a few cats knew that his real secret was his true strength and potential as a powerful, ferocious warrior, but he always firmly denied that he was anything special as a fighter.
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Post by Yami Leafy on Sept 22, 2015 0:26:48 GMT -5
<3 “Love The Way You Lie..."
It was a little past sun high with the light, shined down into her den as she slept peacefully in the safety of RiverClan camp, a place that she loved very much. The rays couldn't directly hit her pelt, but she could still feel the warmth from the rays. The warmth reminded her of her love of sunbathing; especially in Greenleaf, after many long hours of swimming. Blinking her bright blue eyes open, her inner self smiled. She had the 'dream' again. She didn't know what it meant, but she liked it. Though, this was the first time in a few moons that she had it and every time she had it she always woke up in eternal bliss.
She yawns absentmindedly as she got to her paws and stretched to fully wake herself up. She walked out of her den and scanned around the camp to observe her busy working clan that made her proud every day. Her deputy, Otterclaw was a good tom who has been doing a good job at organizing the patrols when needed. She made her way toward the shore by camp with the intention to fish for lunch since she joined the night patrol the previous night. She spotted Darkfeather grooming his fur, which wasn't surprising since he did that a lot. "It’s hard not to take advantage of this beautiful day. I’m actually surprised you’re the only one here, Darkfeather.” She meowed, looking out at the clear, shimmering water.
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Smallbrook sighed as she realized maybe today was not a great day to go hunting. It seemed as if everything was on the other side of the territory. She had picked the wrong side. The tiny she-cat had woken up long before the sun to go and catch something. She had probably slept less than two hours, but that was typical for Smallbrook. It was hard for her to settle down with her mind still thinking about what she could and should be doing. She was barely a warrior, and she had to prove to herself that she deserved the title. And all she wanted to do was be useful to the clan by hunting. Looks like her plans were about to change.
As she made her way closer to the camp, she decided to stop by the side with the river. The river always cheered her up and made her feel at peace. But as she approached she saw that she had not been alone in her thoughts it seemed. Darkfeather was there cleaning his fur…surprise surprise. And none other than the leader! Well this was going to be interesting for sure. Padding closer she thought about taking a quick dip in the water. Her fur was dirty and matted from trying to chase a piece of prey that had gotten away from her. It didn’t happen often, but that is probably what happens with a lack of sleep. ”Good morning. I hope I am not interrupting anything.” Smallbrook mewed softly, looking from one cat to the other.
"We'll be soaring through the skies, as we spread our wings and fly."We feel the sun the warmth of its light taking the dive into our eyes
"It’s hard not to take advantage of this beautiful day. I’m actually surprised you’re the only one here, Darkfeather.”
Darkfeather paused in his grooming to dip his head respectfully to Swanstar when she padded over and spoke to him. "I'm surprised too. My duties today are finished, but the other cats on my patrol aren't here relaxing now that they've got time. They ought to lighten up, there's no rush to every chore you can think of." Darkfeather was in a pleasant mood at this time. At least it seemed, this season, Riverclan was experiencing a season of peace. That meant cats shouldn't have to feel so antsy about rigid patrolling all the time. The prey and the fish were plentiful. This meant Darkfeather had more time to keep his fur clean, which he appreciated a lot.
"You look beautiful today as you always do." Darkfeather complemented the leader on her looks. But it wasn't out of romantic affection, or even friendship between clan-mates. Darkfeather was always judging other cats' looks, making sure his opinion on how well they attended to their appearance was heard. When he judged something worthy of his praise, he threw out terms such as "beautiful" without restraint by social etiquette or even the idea that a male cat using such elegant, flattering terms on a she-cat would be considered flirting if done by any other cat than Darkfeather. Darkfeather did not flirt. He only judged honestly, and either complemented eagerly or remarked disdainfully.
”Good morning. I hope I am not interrupting anything.”
He was about to resume his thorough washing when he noticed out of the corner of his eye the she-cat, Smallbrook, padding up to them and calling out a soft greeting. Just as her name described, Smallbrook was a warrior that looked too small to be a warrior, but the numbers didn't lie that she was of the age, and she had received a full apprentice's training after all. Darkfeather then noticed the state that Smallbrook's pelt was in, as if she had had a very messy outing, and recoiled away with a look of disgust filling his face. Whatever she had been doing, patrolling, hunting a difficult catch, or playing in the mud, Darkfeather couldn't imagine. "You're not interrupting anything, just don't come near me until you've washed yourself! He meowed with a grunt of displeasure before scooting away from Smallbrook a few mouse-lengths down the shore.
Swanstar agreed with Darkfeather. It was too beautiful of a day not to take advantage of it, especially with Leaffall just around the corner. In fact, this would probably be the last good day of the season. ”If everyone feels they have needs elsewhere, and then they probably do. It is nice to get out of camp while it is nice though.” She meowed in response to Darkfeather. His next comment kinda took her back for a second. She knew he was a one who spoke his mind, but it was kinda out-of-place for him to say that about her. She just glanced at him with cool eyes unsure how to respond. In fact, it was more responsible of her position to not say anything back.
Darkfeather continued on with grooming himself, when Smallbrook emerged into sight. She meowed out in greeting. Swanstar was kinda relieved by her present. ”Not at all, Smallbrook; you’re more than welcomed to join us. We’re just enjoying the beautiful weather.” The small white cat meowed kindly to her fellow warrior. Darkfeather muttered something out loud again; this time his comment was directed toward Smallbrook. Swanstar looked at him in horror. Why would he say that to her? ”Darkfeather, if you can’t say something nice then remain silent. It’s a beautiful day, please don’t ruin it.” Swanstar meowed, adding volume to her voice. What she lacked in size she greatly improved in her voluminous voice. She knew he didn’t mean any harm, but is was uncalled for. Again....
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Swanstar is a beautiful, yet small white she-cat with bright blue eyes. She also has a pale grey mask around her face with her ears tipped with dark grey and a pale grey fluffy tail. She is leader of RiverClan. She has no mate or kits.
Foxpaw moved silently with sharp eyes looking for any herbs the clan might be lacking during this time. She spotted clumps of cobwebs and made a mental note to tell Russetfur and ask her to help bring some of them back. The apprentice dreaded touching the sticky strings, she could never get it out of her fur whenever she picked it up. She appreciated the time of peace because she didn't have to touch to the strings that were more like burrs. She wanted to hiss whenever she was told to get some cobwebs, although they did a brilliant job, they were a pain in the small cats rump and she could definitely live a little longer without touching one. Her coat was smooth, for once Foxpaw had taken the time to groom herself fully. She had a break, it was a nice day and the sun hit the camp perfectly - what time would be better to work on a now perfect pelt. She had worked the large clumps of fur matted together into a smooth line thanks to her persistence. She looked quite nice, and each time the sun lit her pelt she felt beautiful, her orange markings seemed to glow in the light and the browns took on a red tone. Plus the heat was a bonus to all of this.
Small white paws hopped from stone to stone, with a freshly cleaned coat she wasn't in the mood to swim across to the triangle island. She could make out figures in the distance and was curious. She had been so busy concentrating on her studies she rarely spent time with her clan mates. Foxpaw pounce onto the shore and landed silently on all four paws. Her paw still ached from training and she began to regret pouncing onto the earth rather than stepping. Looking down at the white paw with a frown she shook her head at it with obvious frustration before she caught the words of her clan mates. "You're not interrupting anything, just don't come near me until you've washed yourself!", Foxpaw lifted her head placing her foot back onto the ground. She tilted her head to the side, the only cat in the clan who would bother to be so rude would be Darkfeather. Rolling her eyes she padded forward to see Swanstar, Darkfeather and Smallbrook. She heard the calm scold of Swanstar and Foxpaw wanted to laugh. Darkfeather was an odd tom, she was fascinated by his standards of beauty and how he acted as though he was more of a prince than a warrior, constantly making sure he looked simply beautiful. Foxpaw purred quietly, "Well Darkfeather, maybe I should stay away from you if you're cleaning your fur. You're giving yourself a right grooming there, you must smell pretty bad too." she grinned brightly.
Foxpaw wasn't a mean cat, but she enjoyed teasing others. It was a past time really, she was just a good humoured cat who wanted to have fun. "I'm only kidding, every cat looks simply divine today." she purred, imitating his broad vocabulary when it came to describing a cats coat. She flicked her tail against his flank in a friendly gesture as she approached them all. "Take no notice of Darkfeather, Smallbrook." she smiled kindly at the warrior. Foxpaw was young, but not far off from becoming a full medicine cat, and she was eager to take the title and get her name. She adored her clan and although the warriors were older than her she still acted as though they were her kits. No cat seemed to care though. "Hello Swanstar, it's such a nice day isn't it?" she purred sitting down and coiling her tail around her paws tightly, the white fur drawing small particles of dust as it moved. "I was out searching for herbs that could be useful, most I found was a clump of cobwebs back there," she flicked her to tail in the direction she came from. "Figured I might get Russetfur to help me carry it all back." she mewed, she enjoyed sharing what she was doing. After all, Foxpaw wasn't slacking and she didn't want the leader to believe she was taking a break from her work. But then, an idea came into her mind. Here was Darkfeather, a perfectly good opportunity to tease him, he'd hate gathering cobwebs as much as she did. A mischievous grin slid onto her face, "Say Darkfeather, you could save me a trip and help me carry back some cobwebs. I swear they don't get into your fur like burrs." she purred with a laugh. No cat in their right mind would touch cobwebs after a good grooming, but Darkfeather had such high standards, she was curious to see his reaction.
Turning her head back to the she-cat with a kind smile, "How have you all been and whats brought you all out here?" she tilted her head slightly. "I haven't spoken to any of the clan in moons, I'm dreadfully sorry." she glanced at her paws briefly, "I've just been trying to remember all the thing Russetfur is teaching me." she grinned back up at the cats, the tip of her tail twitching excitedly. She wanted to badly to get her new name, she was curious as to what Russetfur would call her ; Foxfeather? Foxtail? Foxpelt? Foxear? her paws itched, she wanted to know so badly. She was old enough, but was she completed in her training. Oh how Starclan liked to torture her with this!
Post by Fallingmoon on Jan 21, 2016 19:07:42 GMT -5
A small ginger and white she-cat padded out of the trees, sunlight dappling her fur as she walked. Her fur was damp and slightly matted but she held a fat trout between her jaws triumphantly. Bounding down a small slope towards camp, she glanced over towards the gleaming river and groaned. Darkfeather was practically guarding the camp from unsatisfactory pelts, and hers was... well, a mess. Sighing, Fallingpaw sat down and placed the fish down infront of her before rigorously cleaning her fur. Once she was satisfied that her fur was gleaming from the afternoon sunshine, she smiled at the river before picking up her fresh-kill and padding into camp. "...is teaching me." Fallingpaw's ears pricked up as she recognised Foxpaw's voice, and she quickened her pace to bound through the camp entrance and drop her plump trout down on the plentiful pile. "Who's teaching who? Russetfur?" The apprentice guessed, the ginger she-cat was the medicine cat apprentice, it made sense. She nodded to Darkfeather and quickly padded away before he could make a comment on her fur - though she had to admit, she had made more of an effort just than she usually did anyway. She padded up to Foxpaw and huffed as she sat down. "I feel like that wash was for nothing, my pads are sweating more than a slimy frog in ShadowClan!" Fallingpaw reared on her two hind legs and wobbled uncertainly before flapping her two front paws around in an attempt to cool them down in the hot air.
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