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Post by * WOLFPELT on Nov 21, 2009 22:53:04 GMT -5
WOLFPELT, ♥
BORN IN THE ERA OF HUMILITY!
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` What exactly was the truth? The sun pored into the AshClan camp, warming the back of several warriors as they all sprawled out gossiping or whatever was the norm. Dawn patrol had arrived a few minutes previously, and even though Wolfpelt hadn't joined them he still for some unknown reason ended up waking up at the same time they did. So much for a break. His jaws stretched open as he yawned widely, showing off every canine his mouth contained. Quickly, he shut it and stretched out the rest of the muscles still stiff from sleep. How in Yarrow's name can everyone be so, social this early? he asked himself, glancing around camp to sink in more of the morning bustle. Liquid gold eyes watched as toms already had began flirting and harassing the queens and nannies. Deep down, where Wolfpelt had caged it, the angry monster sputtered and flickered, waiting to be let out so Wolfpelt could end all of this madness...
` Like a good little tom he kept the monster caged deep inside his stomach, where it rattled and cried inside him. It was too nice of a day to be battling the emotions inside of him. Sighing, Wolfpelt trotted over to the fresh-kill pile. It was looking pretty shabby, nothing but a couple of small birds that dared to stay during the winter months. Picking the smallest for himself, he padded softly back to the corner of the camp where he sat to eat and observe the rest of the socialization happening around him. Life was so boring in this small camp. Every day seemed like the same. Everything was the same every day. After Dawn patrol arrived there was socializing and eating, then apprentinces and mentors trained, then another patrol went out, then hunting or whatever, then the Night patrol would wrap up everything. It was so organized, and Wolfpelt had grown to hate orginization. It didn't allow any room to live, like really live.
` Finishing up his sparrow with a few more bites, he tossed it away and stretched out in the sunlight, welcoming the warm rays into his ashen coat. It was a nice day for being leaf-bare. Perhaps he should make it something special, something interesting. But what was there to do in such a small space? When everything was so heavily guarded?
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RESERVATIONS: LARKPAW!
MOTIVATION: "HOMECOMMING" - Green Day
OOC'S: i suck at making first posts ^^;
MOODS: bored, tired, longing.
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Post by ».larkPAW on Nov 22, 2009 19:29:06 GMT -5
 larkpaw was sleepy. very sleepy. last night hadn't been good - she had been on the fringes of the den, she had been overheating, and it didn't help when her brother had curled up next to her, and with a most pathetic voice asked her if he could possibly, just this once sleep next to her. and even though she loved her brother as much as she could, she really hated it when he acted possessive. so she had nodded, closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but was aware when he had slunk out of the den at moonhigh. this had puzzled her and stressed her, since she didn't know why he had been sneaking out - meeting with a loner? why would he keep a secret from her? - and as a result she hadn't fallen asleep until her brother had settled by her side once more.
she wandered out of the apprentice den, exhaling a yawn. surprise flashed slightly in her eyes when she felt warmth upon her back. no snow, no cold. no small clouds made from her breath. it was a very good day, and she thanked yarrow for that. a little twitch of her tail, and her watery amber-green eyes scanned camp. she didn't see any other huntress, with the exception of the dawn patrol, which had already left. naturally, her eyes swept towards the prey pile next - pure instinct. a few shabby birds, one on top of the other. she knew she should have let the others in the clan eat before her, especially she was just another she-cat, another worthless pile of flesh and bone that could die for all any tom could care. after all, she had promised herself that she was strictly off-limits to any tom.
so she walked forward, with maybe just a little bit too much bounce in her step and pride in her eyes. the first piece of prey was quickly hers, claws sinking into the cold creature's body. her teeth sunk into the tiny creature before she was even away from the fresh-kill pile, and she grimaced at the taste. bland and stale, like all the other animals tasted this time of year. however, she couldn't just plop the bird back on the pile, so she plucked it off the ground by one wing, and glanced around. the only other cat she saw that actually caught her eye was another tom - older, obviously a warrior - so her first instinct was to strut over him. so she did just that.
a little flourish of her tail was her idea of a greeting. plopping the bird in front of her paws/in front of wolfpelt's face, she mewed, "morning!" in that bright, energetic way of hers.
muse ewww. bad. it's really choppy VoV
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listening to gatheration || LADY SOVEREIGN
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Post by * WOLFPELT on Nov 25, 2009 20:08:34 GMT -5
WOLFPELT, ♥
BORN IN THE ERA OF HUMILITY!
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` Across the camp he saw the young she-cat eyeing him. He watched her, as she scanned the fresh-kill pile then bounced over to where he was positioned. The bird plopped down in front of the apprentice and a bubbly greeting flowed out of her mouth. Surprise struck Wolfpelt at first, most she-cats approached him with caution, and didn't speak until he greeted them first. Wolfpelt didn't mind this change for once, in fact he couldn't help but feel a little admiration for the she-cat and her outgoing personality. A she-cat expressing that quality was hard to find. Suddenly realizing he was being quite rude, he blinked his eyes apologetically and parted his jaws "Good Morning," he replied softly, providing her with a small smile. Pulling himself up into a sitting position he stretched out his front paws, shook his head, and adjusted himself in front of the young cat.
` Some of the cats had left the camp so the hustle and bustle of the morning commune had died down a bit, making it a bit easier to carry on a nice morning chat. Recently, Wolfpelt had been meeting with quite a few other warriors. It was a huge change for him, after all, he used to just sit around hardly noticed and all this sudden was sort of odd to him, but he learned to accept it. Sometimes change was good, wasn't it? "I don't believe I've heard your name," he said softly, his tones low and gentle to signal to her that he was okay. He wasn't going to snap back at her or anything. He honestly couldn't for the life of him recall the apprentince's name. He had seen her around camp of course but he had never heard anyone call after her or anything. All he knew is that she was only an apprentice.
` Shuffling his paws underneath him he removed his gaze off of the she-cat's amber eyes. His gaze settled on a few queens dozing in the sunlight. Very nice looking she-cats, he might add. They talked happily together and joked around. Wolfpelt couldn't help but smile at the pair. They looked so carefree and Wolfpelt envied that. Sometimes he wished he could just stop all of his endless thinking, endless worries. He was always thinking about possible disasters or something, which effected his once carefree personality. Watching those she-cats reminded him of the beast he once was...after a few moments he looked back at the small she-cat, blinked, hen cleared his throat nervously.
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RESERVATIONS: LARKPAW!
MOTIVATION: "CANCER" - MCR
OOC'S: eww, kinda museless, sorry.
MOODS: longing, inquisitive, nervous.
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